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With her whose honour'd name I will not utter; But that were vain.

Vain as a sea-bird's screams, To check the wind-scourged ocean's rising billows: So far thou speakest wisely.—Stern defiance I cast to thee; receive it as thou may'st, Audacious traitor!

And I to thee do cast it back again With words and heart as dauntless as thine own.

Here ends our waste of breath and waste of time. On, pioneers, and let your pond'rous mallets Break down the gate. To it, my valiant bowmen! Discharge a shower of arrows on that wall, And clear it of yon load of miscreant life.